THE GREEN GLOVE GANG
SENIOR
Oh, yeah!
Excellent!
Spryly and with your heads held high!
No one is better or worse on the dance floor!
Actually, there's nobody here…
It's the sixth time.
-So much for explosions and detonations. -We'll figure something out.
-We'll get him here. -How?
He's probably figured out who we were and gone to ground.
Or worse, he's a snitch.
Still no answer?
No answer…
because phone contact is inadvisable.
Six… times forty-eight.
All that… times two.
Is he fucking solving Sudoku?
What materials do you… use?
Semtex?
C-4?
Melt cast or octogen?
Plot this out onto the plan.
Drill holes there.
I'll be back in a few days.
Einstein?
More like Frankenstein.
-We can try. -No.
Come on, gentlemen. Gentlemen, let us in.
What's the harm? We just want to have a polite little drink here!
Thump our feet a little.
-Everything else is closed. -This is a senior citizens club.
Oh, geez.
Okay, but what if I have, like, high cholesterol?
-That's not enough. -What about his erectile dysfunction?
What?
Let me repeat once again: this is a senior citizens club.
-Oh, geez. -You're not seniors.
-Period. -That's too bad.
-Exactly. -And you're good to operate?
My dad works for the health department.
How butch.
I think we're drinking today.
-Quiet. -Quiet.
-That was awesome! -Wait for it…
-I'll see what I can do, okay? -That's what I'm talking about!
There you go! We did it.
Good one!
-Good one. -High five!
We've got company. To the tunnel.
Alicja!
Listen up, red alert! We've got a crisis.
Sonny!
Don't you worry your pretty little head.
-We gotta go to the dance floor -Let's go, ladies.
-Hey, guys! Hey! -Oh, man!
-Excuse me. Listen-- -Your friend was so nice to let us in.
Ah. But as you can see, there's no one here anyway.
-There's the dance floor! -But--
-Chill out. -Why so tense?
Gosh! They're so cute.
Excuse me!
-Excuse me. How long have you been open? -Only a couple of days.
What a beautiful place. Clearly made with love.
-So amusing! -Yes, we're doing our best.
Your mug's so adorable.
We're staying here, yeah? Let's get some drinks.
-Wait here. -We'll get them.
Fucking awesome!
Red alert. They're going back to the bar.
Dude, where are we?
We'll get caught.
I only have juice and multivitamins.
Jesus Christ, do something! Or we're toast!
-Look at this place. -I'm bringing out the big guns.
Oh. Hello once again.
-It can't be! -We gotta get back.
Something got tangled.
Kinga, no.
One little, secure job.
Please.
You're not doing great with this abstinence thing.
What about Henryk?
I haven't seen you two together much lately.
Listen to this.
"To the Green Glove Gang."
"Salutations. We're asking for your help."
Salutations. We're asking for your help.
The fate of doggies from the bogus Dog Heaven shelter depends on it.
It's run by a certain Zygmunt Wrotycz.
The bastard obtains huge subsidies supposedly for the doggies
but it's total bull.
The dogs are kept in ghastly conditions.
This brute starves and neglects them.
People know nothing about it, and donate money.
The scoundrel's living it up,
enjoying his reputation of a good citizen and animal lover.
Help us expose that fraud.
We beg you not to leave these doggies.
"SOS. Help! Rescue them!"
"Signed, DFF."
"DFF"?
-Dog Friends Forever. -"Dog Friends Forever."
But Alicja is still having dreams.
All three of us in prison.
If we go as a duo, that won't come true.
It's a simple esoteric equation.
Betrayal.
Hm?
I've fallen in love at first sight.
And yes, it has only been open for a few days,
but I can already wholeheartedly recommend it.
It needs your support to survive.
It's run by kind, friendly, dedicated people
who want to prove that old age isn't a death sentence.
That even-- Look at this!
That even after you're fifty, you can have loads of fun.
I'm gonna cry!
-I'll fucking smack her. -Look! They crave human connection.
Drop by if you love retro vibes, and if you don't,
sign up your grandmas and grandpas for workshops organized during the day.
Let's give them something nice on their home stretch.
Look, this is our bodyguard. See? He let us in. Hi! Wave!
Definitely drop by--
-I didn't let them in. -Does anyone even watch this?
Uh, 300,000 people.
Oh gosh.
It wasn't me, I swear.
This situation's gotten serious.
We've become viral.
-What's a viral? -Does that mean we need to get vaccinated?
-No way. -We got plenty of likes.
And unfortunately, it's entirely our fault.
Right now, half the country wants to support us.
The phones have been ringing all morning with people inquiring about workshops.
-That's great. -Oh, how nice!
No, it's a problem. We don't have any workshops.
-This is all for show, get it? -But why?
Do any of you feel up to just running something tomorrow?
I don't know.
On any topic.
Something you feel confident and good at.
You, go ahead.
-And you? -Have you got an idea?
Sex and seduction.
Oh, geez.
Nice choice.
You'll do one on mustache maintenance. Anyone else?
-Sit down. -What about painting?
-Oh, great. -Painting, yes!
-Yes! -Painting, yes.
Yoga and fitness!
Yoga, fitness. Bravo!
Drama club!
Embroidery.
Disco polo!
-Yes, disco polo! -Rosary circle.
Back in business.
Thanks. See you soon.
Hello? Yes, workshops start tomorrow.
No, dances are every day. Yes.
Yes, yes.
Hello?
We'll start here, and then from the other side.
Have you made up your mind about the doggies?
What doggies?
The ones from the bogus shelter. They could use some help.
Maria, right now, we're having a dog day afternoon.
Maria, not now.
We have to keep an eye on our foremen, so they do it like Frankenstein wanted.
The limping man will be in the evening edition.
Well done, Gujska. Brilliant idea. Now you're cooking with gas.
-I emailed you the report. -And… have you eaten already?
A protein bar.
Gujska!
You're feeding your baby grain?
You need to eat. Sit down, please.
Sit, sit.
Here you go. Beetroots, rich in vitamin B.
"B" like "beetroot."
Good for all your organs.
-Meatloaf, rich in vitamin-- -M. Like "meatloaf"?
-Is there a vitamin M? -No.
What do you think?
That we've got nothing.
-Marzena is out. We got nothing. -She's already impregnated.
With the idea of freedom, of course.
What if she's bluffing?
Gujska, who knew about the Gang returning? Just us.
Maybe it's a coincidence, but she may know something.
Let's give her a couple more days.
I've already chosen where to conduct our search.
We'll follow in the limping guy's footsteps.
Have you seen a limping man?
-Well, yeah. -When?
-Yesterday. -Describe him.
Which one?
Pure luck. And then he came back, asking to scrap the car.
-And already limping. -What did he look like?
Kinda…
Well, completely nondescript.
-You got surveillance? -Over there.
Go on ahead. Open your bag, please.
Please move aside.
-You came to dance? -To discuss feelings.
That's it, lad! Drill it like you mean it!
It even feels cool. Just like the real thing.
Remember to close the door tightly.
-Guineafowl to Nightingale. -This is Nightingale.
The moles have started digging. Let's turn up the heat.
Come on!
No way!
No!
That Lucjan's got good energy.
Good? That's really the wrong word.
Very demeaning.
He's a true poet.
Look at this.
Goosebumps.
At my age, physiological reactions are rare.
Oh!
Here as well.
That means the music is spreading over the entire body.
Experiencing it
is no longer purely emotional, but also physical.
I just have… one little question.
A tiny one.
Why this fucking circus?
Everything's going smoothly.
Was our deal about mixing disco with geriatrics and inviting crowds?
We had no choice--
Was that our deal?
Because if I missed something, I apologize.
We had no choice.
You got it?
We'll cover all the costs.
What a relief!
I'll buy myself a pool filter.
And may I ask who's the face of this whole circus?
Well? Who's the main clown?
I doubt any of you wanted ladies.
Everything's under control.
What about this?
What?
Is this under control, too?
ATTENTION!!! WANTED
Go limp to the station and tell them that everything is under control!
-I see no resemblance at all. -But he's lame!
-Fucking hell! -As are your methods.
I don't wanna go to prison. I can't go back there again.
-I'm sure you've got friends there. -Was that necessary?
-Be more optimistic. -Less incense, more empathy.
Everyone all right?
Adaś!
-Everything's fine. -Adaś!
Well, someone's going on a long sick leave.
No, no! Krzysztof! I beg you. I'm fine.
I'm calling for help.
-Not possible. -Are you joking?
Clear. Get him into the car.
Bruiser, start the car. We're taking the brat.
-Which hospital? -A private one.
-Hold on-- -Hands off!
Hey, hey.
What are you doing?
You're not gonna bury him in a garden. Unless it's under my dead body!
Shoo!
Bruiser, help the lady.
No, no…
VETERINARIAN CLINIC
EVERY CAT'S FRIEND
Does anyone even work here?
Krzysztof, lovely to see you. What've we got here?
A debtor's knee? Just joking.
Józio, my contractor's damaged.
You need to fix him.
I hope you're not too attached to that leg.
-What? -Just joking.
Leave us alone.
Are you fed up… with meatloaf?
No. It's just that nothing's adding up.
The puzzle pieces won't fit together.
Maybe they're from a different set?
You think someone's messing with my puzzles?
We need to talk.
-On a club music forum-- -Gujska!
You know how loud music can affect a baby?
Your belly is like an empty resonance chamber.
Can I finish?
They're writing about a place.
Retro scene. And its limping owner…
Well, damn.
He'll be right as rain. He'll live.
With all his limbs in place?
I'll check.
Hey, where are you?
At the club.
I see.
-When will you be back? -I don't know yet. I'll call you.
-You got a plan or are we doing it my way? -Ah, I'll improvise.
Oh, poor things.
Come here.
DFF DOG FRIENDS FOREVER
We're here.
Great.
I'm reporting that there are stray dogs running loose on Błotna Street.
I mean, they're about to be running loose. In three, two…
-Admit it. -What?
You've missed this.
So much.
No.
Don't even think about it.
That's someone's son, too.
His mom was also a bitch.
So many years working together.
And no conflicts?
We're like one organism.
Symbiosis.
What's your sign?
Why?
Let me guess.
Aquarius?
Pisces ascendant.
Twelfth house, associated with a hermit's life.
And in ancient times… with prison and loneliness.
Am I right?
-Curious coincidence that we met. -There are no coincidences, only signs.
Unfortunately, you've arrived at a stop sign.
I'll be damned! Whatcha doin' here?
Whatcha got there?
STEFAN, YOU'RE A DAD!
Who left this dog?
I'll be damned.
Someone left him for me.
Good morning.
Who here came for the painting workshop?
Can I attend…
even though I've never painted before?
Of course.
It's never too late.
Visitors are lining up to see the crown jewel of world heritage.
Joasia, how's the situation?
You're right, Robert.
Visitors are lining up to see the crown jewel of world heritage.
We already had some faintings, but thanks to the queue ticket system,
all those who have fainted can easily return to the line
right after regaining consciousness.
Basic karate and taekwondo skills.
-I also served a bit in the army. -Administration?
Foreign Legion.
I have a gun permit.
Oh, such a janitor is a treasure.
NATIONAL GALLERY
You know, we had to announce a special recruitment
because of our sensational exhibit which requires unique protection.
As you can see, the public's interest is huge.
You have no idea how huge it is.